Justin Timerlake and Amanda Seyfried on the cover of "W Magazine."Photo: Courtesy of "W Magazine"

Oh dear, sweet Justin Timberlake. Where have you BEEN? Times like this, when you disappear for months on end and then reappear for a fleeting moment gracing the cover of W Magazine, are really difficult for a Gen Y-er like me. To go from a childhood in which your kind eyes, curlicue locks, and butter-smooth vocal runs were delightfully omnipresent and transition into a young adulthood (relatively) void of any sign of you is a little...hurtful. Honestly, dude. Heart to heart, I feel betrayed. You know? I knew you and loved you and put in a lot of time and effort into this relationship (in the form of many, MANY pictures cut from the pages of Tiger Beat and adhered to walls and lockers). I used to listen to a clip of your laugh in "Senorita" on REPEAT. I even made my own Saturday Night Live: Best of Justin Timberlake DVD, and you respond with an unforeseen ABSENCE? *collects self*

But now isn't the time to complain. Not when you're finally in view alongside Amanda Seyfried, posing as a political power couple, and looking dapper as ever in a Calvin Klein suit. A cheeky smirk, sweetly side-parted hair, and a wedding band we know is fake (PRAISE BE) rejuvenate my steadfast devotion, and suddenly it's as if you never left. Maybe it's that Amanda looks sickeningly good on your arm with that "Uh uh, gurl, don't even think about it" look in her eyes, and my blood is boiling with jealousy. Maybe it's the rest of the photos in the spread in which you and Amanda play out a tumultuous relationship fraught with joy and scandal and rebuilding in beautiful, beautiful clothes and retro hairstyling. Maybe my heart is just weary and punch-drunk and can be nothing but grateful for your return. Whatever the reason, Justin, just...forget everything I said before. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here when you get back.